The Canadian Border used to be a lot more porous than it is now. Back in the day you could enter Canada with a driver’s license and a birth certificate. More often than not they wouldn’t even check those things.
Back when I was a teenager I was working for a furniture company as a delivery driver. This is in the days before satellite navigation and google maps. The boss handed us some hand written directions and sent us on our way. So there we were, two teenagers looking for a place off a dirt road in northern New Hampshire.
We got lost and crossed a rickey bridge. Eventually we ended up on paved roads again, but all the signs were in French. Somehow we had crossed into Quebec. I turned to my partner and said: let’s retrace our steps and get back to the US before someone notices.
Nobody stopped us and we even found the right delivery address. All’s well that ends well.
-Sixbears
Chuckle, at least you were honest enough to quietly get back home where you belonged.
ReplyDeleteThe Canadian border is more of a suggestion. My dad once went to Canada by accident while ice fishing.
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